"Help Me. I'm Garbage."
I fucking love how she looks when she's bloated and helpless. Just a weak, pathetic girl who can't handle what I'm giving her. In this one, her belly balloons out, stretching tight and heavy- beyond anything she thought she could take. I smile sweetly and tell her, "Just a little more- it's almost over," as I prepare milkshake number two and three.

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5,000+ calories of thick, cold ice cream and milk slurry, non-stop. Her throat struggles to keep up the pace of swallowing. Her belly fights to contain the increasing volume. She whimpers and squirms. I watch the expression on her face contort. I listen to her breathing get heavier. And she protests- softly at first, and then desperately. But it's fake. She's bluffing. She always breaks. Always gives in. Until she's completely overfilled.